weekly reckoning

I had all day sunday in the studio, and made some progress on a wire and paper sculpture. (No pictures yet.)

Here are two little sketches from this week.

I just came across this story I wrote a month or two ago. The ending surprised me when I read it, I had completely forgotten it.

She put pencil to paper, making an arc up, around to the right, down fast, hooking back around. She looked at it, thinking, not thinking, drifting. A suspended body: a cacoon? a spider's prey? No. She made a couple countering arcs, now the body had wings, arms, will. As she added lines a being slowly emerged, part bird, part angel, delicate and primitive. In his cupped hands she suddenly knew was hidden a broken little bald dove, fledged too early in the season. Above his head, in a heraldic ribbon, she wrote, "Saint Calidris, Forgiver of Weakness".

Happy Bloomsday,

Daniel